"For the red, surely?" Alastor snickered, sipping his coffee as he watched Lucifer's expression curiously. "If a sweet is made with depth of flavor, I'll consider it. I just don't enjoy the saccharine. Beignets have the benefit of savory dough and nostalgia to win my favor," he added, amused at the prospect of Lucifer trying to figure out what to make for him.
"I do appreciate the flavor of presentation and showmanship you bring. I accept this challenge - impress me, Lucifer."
His grin sharpened as he perched his cheek upon a hand. "Oho... Don't write checks you can't cash, Alastor. You're talking to the ringmaster!"
Let's see, he knew which of his personal collection of bourbon to use with a few sexy dashes of this and that, he'd need some good ice cream, maybe nab the cherries down in Gluttony... some chunky little guys that are a little on the tart side.
"Done. Let the gumbo be the timer. Once it's all nibbled up, you're getting a little show. Though, I wonder now..."
A little flutter of his eyelashes, very innocent.
"...Were I to compare you to something red, might I instead have likened you to a merlot?"
Oh, very innocent indeed. Alastor's grin grows at the comparison - a dry red wine, for him? How charming. Did he look like someone that Lucifer wanted to drink deeply of, hmm? There's a deep, giddy joy in this new game, something he's never played before, and had no interest until this particular chemistry.
"Merlot, you say? Did you choose it because of how well it pairs with roasted duck, I wonder?"
Pairing them off in your mind already, tsk tsk! Alastor chuckles.
"Were I to compare you to something pale... why, a wheel of brie, I think. Decadent, and well paired with many flavor palettes." Brie, of course, also quite famously paired with merlot.
"Jam is a classic. My preference is some rosemary and prosciutto... adds a depth and draws out the savory, enough to make one's mouth water in anticipation."
Alastor will finally pluck a beignet for himself, dipping it in his coffee before taking a bite.
"Oh, and oven baked, of course. It's at its best when it melts on the tongue."
He couldn't help but... observe that bite. Those teeth tear flesh, snap bones, all under the cheshire grin.
...Yet the way they bit through him, just enough to take...
"Gets a little hard to stay at just a few bites, too. You want all of it for yourself, because you never know when you might get to enjoy such a treat again."
He missed grabbing his coffee mug. Got it the second time, though. He was a little busy with his lingering gaze.
"...So what if maybe you had a little too much before...? The brie should be flattered it came to be so tasty that you couldn't contain yourself."
Oh, that's hardly euphemism at that point, isn't it? But seeing Lucifer fumble for the mug brings a chuckle out of him, even as his neck bends and crackles at an unnatural angle.
"It's quite fortunate I have self control, really - left to my gluttonous instincts, why, I wager I would have devoured it rind and all."
And if Alastor's fantasy of devouring the king of hell whole didn't dissuade the man from continuing to play into this little game... well, mayhaps Alastor's looming hunger could be a thrilling danger lurking around the corner. His deadly maw, which he had perfect control over, quite able to eat his beignets in smooth, single bites.
"Something tells me it'll beckon for that danger again."
The king had been... perceptive lately, particularly on the ever-present smile. It never really seemed to fade, but there was an odd gentleness with which he took down a treat such as this. To compare it to the way he likely tore into the flesh of another living being in contrast spoke volumes of a sort of self-control.
Which, in fact, led him to consider letting him have him again. ...BLOOD-WISE. BLOOD-WISE. Sheesh, where was his brain going lately!?
"You practice what you preach, that's for sure. Why, anyone would be foolish not to think about just how well you put it to use in... culinary matters."
He rolled his shoulders to loosen up his collar. It was getting a bit tight.
"Regardless- A brie waits to be eaten. Perhaps it's been waiting for so long that..."
He traced a thumb idly over the surface of the mug and cast his eyes away. "...Maybe it wonders if there's an appetite for it any more. Then it wishes for a touch of danger. Reckless, that brie."
"Well, well. I would never be so gauche as to steal your wheel of brie from you. But with an invite to come over for lunch... that's quite a different story," Alastor hummed in amusement.
The King really did yearn for touch, it seemed. He wanted to be desired, didn't he... he didn't understand the feeling, nor was he certain he could meet a carnal desire, but for the first time in his centuries of existence he was interested in giving it a try.
"If the door is open, why, I'll be tempted to gobble up the whole thing at once."
What was he saying...? Weren't they at each other's throats before? How could he even be considering-
"...So I'll leave the door open, then. Suppose you wanted a red carpet, too, hm?"
Lucifer Morningstar, you will not come off as EASY!!
...Or perhaps he was being too difficult...?
He wasn't sure. All he knew was Lilith. This was entirely brand new, and even in the Garden, Adam had been a mega dick and those days were like a dream. Not like the nightmare of all the recent bloodshed, all the struggling to break bread with Heaven...
"No need! Because with you, dear Lucifer, it will be gold that touches the floor first. I'm a sloppy eater, it's my worst habit," Alastor chuckled freely, setting down his coffee and standing from his seat. Perhaps the beignets would get a bit cold, but he wagered that Lucifer was far more eager to taste touch instead.
Folding a hand behind his back, Alastor held out the other for Lucifer to take, inviting him to stand. A chair simply wasn't stable enough, if he was going to let blood. "Where shall I escort you for this?"
It was automatic how he'd stood, and took the offered hand. But his heart was fluttering, stomach jumping in anticipation- settle down, he just ate- before the question had struck him dumb.
"Uhm. Ah."
Where. Do people usually go for this?
"Oh, anywhere's... fine? If you're messy, you're messy. I'm not a neat freak, I just play one on TV."
"Hah! Any fly on the wall would assume somehow that you're even less familiar with intimacies than I am. Have confidence, you know better than I do what we're doing," Alastor encouraged, tipping up Lucifer's chin with a finger.
It was a funny admission, honestly, to confess he was completely winging it right now. But things like this really weren't unlike dancing... following the rhythm and the instinct couldn't really go that wrong.
Despite the admission creating a ton of questions in his mind- how can a man like that really not know what he's doing when it comes to damn near anything? Fake it 'til you make it, he guessed- he went stock still with but a simple gesture.
Marigold quickly rose in his face before he cleared his throat.
"Oh, uh- well- I suppose this would be a rare consensual blood-letting, wouldn't it?" He really wished he hadn't sounded so husky, there.
He jerked a thumb to the sofa. "I got real woozy last time, so at least here, I don't need to be carried somewhere. Keeps us both comfy."
To give himself some air, keep himself from fidgeting, he moved on ahead, and dismissed his hat and coat with a bit of magic to send it hanging on a nearby rack.
He had to wonder if he needed to give some sort of line, a proposition... but it wasn't like Alastor knew, either. They really were just winging this. When he took a seat he straightened up, smoothed down his shirt, and... um, hm. Wondered.
The magic and thrill of a performance! Alastor 'escorted' Lucifer to the sofa, amused at how flustered the man was, how eagerly he dismissed his hat and coat. For such a vulnerable little arrangement, Alastor thought it best that he play the part of a proper gentleman, making sure Lucifer was sat comfortably before he joined in sitting on the sofa.
Safe word? Ah, right, that thing from one of those pornographies of late.
"A word where I'll stop, I assume?" he asked, just to be quite sure, even as he playfully pinched at Lucifer's upper arm to help the man get a little annoyed and more at-ease.
Alastor earned a short huff and a little swat at the pinchy hand.
"Well, yeah! I'm not exactly an endless supply, y'know!"
He briefly puffed a cheek as he reached up and started working his buttons undone, just two or three; with a hitch of his shoulders he eased it down, exposing one and the collarbone.
"...And we'll do somewhere different this time. Charlie was... wondering what happened to my arm before." Look, he didn't want her to fuss. Here would be easier to cover up.
There you go, much better. Alastor's smile just perks up, entirely too amused with himself and with Lucifer.
"Of course, of course. Wouldn't want to worry our favorite demon belle. And I wouldn't want to turn you from a grape into a raisin, hah hah! Where on the rind are you interested in getting bitten, then?"
He sniffed. "Brie, then a grape, huh? I should thank you to keep categorizing me in the dessert range."
As for where, hmm. He brought a hand to his shoulder. Despite the bloom of grey from his wrists to his claws, the neck and shoulders were the pristine white. "I guess... here? Any marks can go under the jacket easy enough and keep the nosies from asking questions that aren't any of their business."
He asks the question with a mischievous smile, leaning an elbow on the sofa's back. He let the question hang for just a moment, just a comedic beat.
"Am I your devilish Nawlins bat called Lestat, here to sink my teeth in you? If nothing else, I'll commend you for having better taste than a simple drab bodice-ripper in your fiction."
Hah! He'll have to keep that in his back pocket to surprise Lucifer when he's least expecting it. But for now, he'll indulge what he thinks the man actually wants.
Hooking a claw into Lucifer's collar, Alastor pulled the fabric aside, showing more skin and tugging at the button oh so tauntingly. Why, with all the white, it'll probably stain bright gold - tsk, so careless even now, Lucifer.
"So, then, Cher. What is our 'safe word'?" he asked, letting the tinniest glimpse of his old mortal drawl into his voice as he asked.
"Too mumbly! It ought not start with an 'm' when you're going to be getting drowzy, Cher," Alastor continued, pulling the shirt off of the button and away from skin to bare the shoulder.
But they hadn't picked a word. So Alastor's claws drummed on that immaculate white skin that looked so tempting. Like a ripe peach.
"Paillasse?" Pronounced in such a way it sounded more like 'pie-oss'. You familiar with that cajun slang, Lucifer?
"Damn, you're right," could- could he keep calling him that...? He was starting to get used to it already. He hadn't really been called anything in... a long ti- hooooh fffgh the claws, that's nice-
"...Heh? Pailllll...asse? Sure. I can remember that."
"Good man," Alastor chuckled, though his eyes darkened - not in expression, but from his form slipping ever so slightly. Almost like leading in a dance, Alastor moved closer, positioning Lucifer's arms to hold onto his shoulders whilst Alastor himself looped an arm around the small of the devil's back.
Surely a very intimate and close embrace - it's what the king was getting out of this arrangement, after all. And it tickled at the Radio Demon's excitement to pluck at those pleasant wires to see how the instrument would play.
His teeth closed on supple skin and pierced easily, and the cannibal politely closed his mouth over the fresh wound - while blood still easily flowed past lips, Alastor was reveling in swallowing the bulk of it as it flooded on his tongue. Fierce, hot life, filled to the brim with the magic of Creation... magic he could not utilize but felt so tauntingly, addictively close when he swallowed.
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"I do appreciate the flavor of presentation and showmanship you bring. I accept this challenge - impress me, Lucifer."
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Let's see, he knew which of his personal collection of bourbon to use with a few sexy dashes of this and that, he'd need some good ice cream, maybe nab the cherries down in Gluttony... some chunky little guys that are a little on the tart side.
"Done. Let the gumbo be the timer. Once it's all nibbled up, you're getting a little show. Though, I wonder now..."
A little flutter of his eyelashes, very innocent.
"...Were I to compare you to something red, might I instead have likened you to a merlot?"
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"Merlot, you say? Did you choose it because of how well it pairs with roasted duck, I wonder?"
Pairing them off in your mind already, tsk tsk! Alastor chuckles.
"Were I to compare you to something pale... why, a wheel of brie, I think. Decadent, and well paired with many flavor palettes." Brie, of course, also quite famously paired with merlot.
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And down goes his third beignet, emphasis on the bite.
"...Soft, cozy, smooth. Lingers on the tongue. That's when you have your next bite."
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Alastor will finally pluck a beignet for himself, dipping it in his coffee before taking a bite.
"Oh, and oven baked, of course. It's at its best when it melts on the tongue."
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...Yet the way they bit through him, just enough to take...
"Gets a little hard to stay at just a few bites, too. You want all of it for yourself, because you never know when you might get to enjoy such a treat again."
He missed grabbing his coffee mug. Got it the second time, though. He was a little busy with his lingering gaze.
"...So what if maybe you had a little too much before...? The brie should be flattered it came to be so tasty that you couldn't contain yourself."
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"It's quite fortunate I have self control, really - left to my gluttonous instincts, why, I wager I would have devoured it rind and all."
And if Alastor's fantasy of devouring the king of hell whole didn't dissuade the man from continuing to play into this little game... well, mayhaps Alastor's looming hunger could be a thrilling danger lurking around the corner. His deadly maw, which he had perfect control over, quite able to eat his beignets in smooth, single bites.
"Something tells me it'll beckon for that danger again."
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Which, in fact, led him to consider letting him have him again. ...BLOOD-WISE. BLOOD-WISE. Sheesh, where was his brain going lately!?
"You practice what you preach, that's for sure. Why, anyone would be foolish not to think about just how well you put it to use in... culinary matters."
He rolled his shoulders to loosen up his collar. It was getting a bit tight.
"Regardless- A brie waits to be eaten. Perhaps it's been waiting for so long that..."
He traced a thumb idly over the surface of the mug and cast his eyes away. "...Maybe it wonders if there's an appetite for it any more. Then it wishes for a touch of danger. Reckless, that brie."
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The King really did yearn for touch, it seemed. He wanted to be desired, didn't he... he didn't understand the feeling, nor was he certain he could meet a carnal desire, but for the first time in his centuries of existence he was interested in giving it a try.
"If the door is open, why, I'll be tempted to gobble up the whole thing at once."
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"...So I'll leave the door open, then. Suppose you wanted a red carpet, too, hm?"
Lucifer Morningstar, you will not come off as EASY!!
...Or perhaps he was being too difficult...?
He wasn't sure. All he knew was Lilith. This was entirely brand new, and even in the Garden, Adam had been a mega dick and those days were like a dream. Not like the nightmare of all the recent bloodshed, all the struggling to break bread with Heaven...
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Folding a hand behind his back, Alastor held out the other for Lucifer to take, inviting him to stand. A chair simply wasn't stable enough, if he was going to let blood. "Where shall I escort you for this?"
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"Uhm. Ah."
Where. Do people usually go for this?
"Oh, anywhere's... fine? If you're messy, you're messy. I'm not a neat freak, I just play one on TV."
That didn't make any sense.
"Sorry. Had a lot of sugar."
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It was a funny admission, honestly, to confess he was completely winging it right now. But things like this really weren't unlike dancing... following the rhythm and the instinct couldn't really go that wrong.
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Marigold quickly rose in his face before he cleared his throat.
"Oh, uh- well- I suppose this would be a rare consensual blood-letting, wouldn't it?" He really wished he hadn't sounded so husky, there.
He jerked a thumb to the sofa. "I got real woozy last time, so at least here, I don't need to be carried somewhere. Keeps us both comfy."
To give himself some air, keep himself from fidgeting, he moved on ahead, and dismissed his hat and coat with a bit of magic to send it hanging on a nearby rack.
He had to wonder if he needed to give some sort of line, a proposition... but it wasn't like Alastor knew, either. They really were just winging this. When he took a seat he straightened up, smoothed down his shirt, and... um, hm. Wondered.
"Soooo... how about a safe word, then?"
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Safe word? Ah, right, that thing from one of those pornographies of late.
"A word where I'll stop, I assume?" he asked, just to be quite sure, even as he playfully pinched at Lucifer's upper arm to help the man get a little annoyed and more at-ease.
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"Well, yeah! I'm not exactly an endless supply, y'know!"
He briefly puffed a cheek as he reached up and started working his buttons undone, just two or three; with a hitch of his shoulders he eased it down, exposing one and the collarbone.
"...And we'll do somewhere different this time. Charlie was... wondering what happened to my arm before." Look, he didn't want her to fuss. Here would be easier to cover up.
That's his logic and he's sticking to it!
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"Of course, of course. Wouldn't want to worry our favorite demon belle. And I wouldn't want to turn you from a grape into a raisin, hah hah! Where on the rind are you interested in getting bitten, then?"
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As for where, hmm. He brought a hand to his shoulder. Despite the bloom of grey from his wrists to his claws, the neck and shoulders were the pristine white. "I guess... here? Any marks can go under the jacket easy enough and keep the nosies from asking questions that aren't any of their business."
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He asks the question with a mischievous smile, leaning an elbow on the sofa's back. He let the question hang for just a moment, just a comedic beat.
"Am I your devilish Nawlins bat called Lestat, here to sink my teeth in you? If nothing else, I'll commend you for having better taste than a simple drab bodice-ripper in your fiction."
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"But if vampire roleplay is what you want to do, golly, by all means~"
A pause. A finger raised. "But the minute you go 'bleh-bleh-bleh', we're done. I should hope you're better than that, Bambi."
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Hooking a claw into Lucifer's collar, Alastor pulled the fabric aside, showing more skin and tugging at the button oh so tauntingly. Why, with all the white, it'll probably stain bright gold - tsk, so careless even now, Lucifer.
"So, then, Cher. What is our 'safe word'?" he asked, letting the tinniest glimpse of his old mortal drawl into his voice as he asked.
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His stomach did a rather pleasant flip with the fabric tug, and another at the drawl. Oh, well, he just wasn't being fair, was he-?
But he managed a lopsided smirk. "Alright. Magnus?"
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But they hadn't picked a word. So Alastor's claws drummed on that immaculate white skin that looked so tempting. Like a ripe peach.
"Paillasse?" Pronounced in such a way it sounded more like 'pie-oss'. You familiar with that cajun slang, Lucifer?
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"...Heh? Pailllll...asse? Sure. I can remember that."
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Surely a very intimate and close embrace - it's what the king was getting out of this arrangement, after all. And it tickled at the Radio Demon's excitement to pluck at those pleasant wires to see how the instrument would play.
His teeth closed on supple skin and pierced easily, and the cannibal politely closed his mouth over the fresh wound - while blood still easily flowed past lips, Alastor was reveling in swallowing the bulk of it as it flooded on his tongue. Fierce, hot life, filled to the brim with the magic of Creation... magic he could not utilize but felt so tauntingly, addictively close when he swallowed.
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